In the last light of the day
coming to the mailbox,
thinking of life on Mars,
and even when my hands
pull out an astronomy magazine
all thought of life on Mars
gone with the hastily
opened envelope in my hand,
gone with the Sun,
as I rush back
thinking of how I
as a wild satyr
would ride your wild nymph
through the velvet hours.
09.10.2025
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